Labor Day weekend is but a memory now, but for me, it is a good memory.
On our four-day weekend, Derek and I hit the road to Florida. I lived for a few years on the Atlantic Coast in North Carolina, but had never been to the white sandy beaches of the Gulf of Mexico.
With Hurricane Isaac looming, he and I oscillated between going and staying.
As the hurricane made landfall to the west, we realized we’d have better weather in Pensacola than East Tennessee.